One night came on a hur-ri-cane, the sea was mountains raolling, When Bar-ney bun-line turn'd his quik and said to Bil-ly Bowl-ing: A strong sou'-wes-ter's blow-ing, Bill, O can't you hear it roar now; God help 'em how I pit-ies all un-hap-py folks a-shore now!
Foolhardy chaps a lives in towns, what danger they are all in! And now they're quaking in their beds for fear the roof should fall in. Poor creatures, how the envies us, and wishes, I've a notion, for our good luck in such a storm Go be upon the o-cean!